Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The Post-Soviet Chronicles Part 6: Moscow Part 2 -- A Place Where You Can Drunkenly Ride Horses at Night


You should definitely read this first if you haven't, because it's part 1. And this is part 2. So logically you should read part 1 before part 2. So... read it?

Are You Ready for More Churches? GOOD!

...because apparently that's what the Kremlin is? Maybe I'm the only idiot American who was confused and thought the Kremlin was some government building where there were those crazy guards and if you looked for long enough you might see Jason Bourne do some acrobatic stuff and sneak into the building. I really hope I'm not the only one, because it turns out the Kremlin has a government building but is actually more like a bunch of churches in a really small square together.

"You shall not pass!"

Friday, May 30, 2014

The Post-Soviet Chronicles Part 5: Moscow Part 1 -- It Wasn't Me!

Okay okay okay. I'm the worst. I really have been inconsistent with this blogging thing. I've just found that life here has gotten pretty... normal. Nothing I do/see anymore seems all that strange/different so it seems silly to blog. But going to Moscow? That's pretty epic. I probably should have been a little more prompt on blogging about that. So without further ado, I present to you the first in a series of two blogs on my travel to Moscow, Russia.
Hey, look! It's that famous church in Russia that everyone thinks of when they think of Moscow!


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Northeast for the holidays

The irony of the English transliteration of Garm is that garm in Tajik/Farsi means 'warm'. For the record, the actually pronunciation of Garm is more of a guttural gharm-- which does not, in fact, have the same meaning. Garm is actually quite colder, as it is at a higher altitude and further north than Dushanbe.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Post-Soviet Chronicles Part 4: Almaty, Kazakhstan

After a short stint, we return to the post-soviet chronicles and review Almaty, Kazakhstan.

Previous editions can be found here, here, and here.

Pronunciation

Good luck. No, but seriously... the English pronunciation is super easy and it's said exactly as it looks (Al-mot-e). Unfortunately for us, no one seems to understand when you say Almaty in the English pronunciation. They simply look at you oddly and wonder what you could be possibly talking about. So here are the variants on pronunciation I encountered there and in Tajikistan:

Kazakhs pronouncing it in Kazakh: Almatiye (Al-mot-e-a)
Russians pronouncing it in Russian: Almat?? (Al-mot-*choke on your tongue*) 
Some Tajiks pronouncing it in Russian: Almato (Al-mot-o)

Strange how one city's name could be pronounced so many different ways. Or not pronounced. Or whatever.

So, like, Almaty is... where again?
It's Almaty-- and then some! (Click to enlarge)

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The Post-Soviet Chronicles Part 3": Three Inches of Snow in Dushanbe

Read part 1 here and part 2 here. Totally fascinating reads, I promise. 

Part 3" begins in Dushanbe with the thirteenth chapter of my Tajik visa drama. The details are largely unimportant because, whatever, but this chapter ends with me having to leave the Tajik borders and travel to another Tajik consulate/embassy to get a visa. The easiest/most obvious choice for an American is Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan because, well, no visa... but the Tajik government said that I can't get a visa from there right now, for whatever reason. So, the next few choices were Dubai, Istanbul, or Almaty (Kazakhstan).

Kazakhstan? Why Not!

Getting a visa to Kazakhstan was the next big hoop I had to jump through. Luckily there is a Kazakh embassy in Dushanbe, and thanks to some knowledgeable friends I found the embassy pretty painlessly.

Unfortunately, the embassy operates on an apparently very strict schedule. They accept documents only on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays from 9am until 12pm, and then give visas on the same days from 3pm to 5pm. I of course arrived at the Kazakh embassy with all necessary documents on a Tuesday at 3pm where they politely told me I could wait until Thursday morning to submit my documents, and it would then take 3-5 working days to provide the visa if my application was accepted.

So, keep in mind that if I wanted to not stay in Tajikistan illegally I pretty much had to fly out on the following Monday (six days away). Obviously I was a little concerned about this Kazakh visa process. The following Thursday morning I arrived and luckily there was a consular officer there who spoke some (but not really all that much) English. I explained to him the situation and asked if there was anyway I could get the visa by Friday (the next day). He said he would try his best, and with that told me to return Friday morning.

On Friday morning, to my pleasant surprise, the same gentlemen let me know that I could get my visa that day so long as I went and paid the visa/consular fee at the Kazakh bank. After some searching, I found the bank, paid it off, and got my visa as soon as I returned to the Kazakh embassy. I was feeling pretty excited, but deep down I knew that it went a little too smoothly...

The Post-Soviet Chronicles Part 2: Lviv, Ukraine

Check out Part 1 here!

Pronouncing Lviv

Look, I know what you're thinking. L and v are two consonants, and there must be a vowel in between them. Otherwise what the heck is that sound?! Slavic language 101: they will make the strangest and most impossible combinations of consonants ALL THE TIME. What I find so strange is that the way they pronounce Lv sounds as if you're saying the word "live" (as in "live, damn you! live!") but as short as you possible can. So remind me again why there's no vowel there? Liv is really how we should transliterate that but whatever....

Now the most confusing part is that Lviv is not pronounced "Liv-eve", but it is actually pronounced "Liv-ohv". Now take a second to wrap your head around that one. Whatttttt?

So now that we know how to pronounce Livohv, let's talk about getting there.

The Post-Soviet Chronicles Part 1: Kyiv, Ukraine

I have been atrociously bad at blogging these last few months, and so I made a late New Year's Revolution (read: I'm bored in my hotel room in Almaty) to blog more for you all. I decided to start with a series on my recent Post-Soviet travels to Ukraine and Kazakhstan, with some fun Tajikistan adventures in the middle. And so, without further adieu, part one...

Kyiv, not Kiev-- if you've got some free time, this is a great read

Ukraine is cold. The temperature says one thing (4-5 degrees farenheiht maybe) but your body tells you something completely different. BITING cold. Wow it was chilly. Super icey and snowy too. It's no wonder Ukrainian people were not very nice-- how could they be when they have to *live* in that cold.

But seriously Ukraine was interesting. My non-existing Russian moved slightly closer to being existent and I navigated the metro system all on my own once (yay for metros being pretty much the same worldwide!). "Hryvnia" is the currency in Ukraine, and before you even try to pronounce it let me tell you it's pronounced completely differently. Ready? "Greev-na". What?! Anyways the exchange rate was about 1 USD to 8.5 Greevna and prices were generally pretty low. The stuff also looked/felt like monopoly money

One of the world's deepest metro's at the Arsenalna Station in Kyiv

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Going home? Here's the 'to-do' list

Appropriate blog posts when you're T-48 hours Stateside? Talk about the things I'm most excited for back in the US. It also takes extra special meaning when I only have a month to enjoy! This post is far from complaints- I really do like it here in Tajikistan- but there are some things you just can't get here!

Food
Food deserves a separate heading because, well, I'm a fat kid. If you're uninterested in reading about what I'll be dining on when I get home, you can also conveniently skip over this section.

1) Portillo's
-I'm sure this comes as no surprise. And really there's not much to be said here.

2) Pizza 
-Duh.

3) Deep Dish 
-Duh.

4) Spicy giardinaira
-Hordes of it. I will put it on everything. Seriously. Everything. 

5) Chipotle
-Extra carnitas, please. Can I get bacon with that too?

Sunday, July 21, 2013

To Salt City!

Sorry for the long delay in posts. Last week was a series of midterms (4 to be exact) and I really just didn't have time to post. Or for that matter, anything really interesting to post.

But it's all worth it! Because this weekend me and two friends (Nick and Eric) went south to a city called Shahrtus. It was super hot but totally worth it...

*Interesting note on the name of the city. Apparently Shahrtus has a big salt mine, and so it's name comes from this. 'Shahr' means city and 'tus' is one way to say salt. So. Salt City. Cool huh?

We had initially hoped to go to Takte Sangin, which is on the border of Afghanistan and Tajikistan. It is a well known location and apparently really cool, but unfortunately we couldn't secure permission to travel there from the local military. One of the program's local contacts (who is AWESOME) recommended Shahrtus if we still wanted to go south. He also offered to negotiate our way down there.

Luckily for us, he has a friend who lives in Shartus. For a nominal fee, his friend drove 3-4 hours to pick us up to Dushanbe, drive back, let us stay at his house, provide us dinner and breakfast, then give us a guided tour of a number of sites in Shartus, and finally drive us back to the city. Worth. Every. Penny.

Here's a map of where we went- (the blue dot is me in Dushanbe and the red marker is where we went. Shahrtus is about 50km (30mi) north of the Afghan border. 

Sunday, June 16, 2013

The other side of town

It's been a long time! Sorry about that. I've been doing a bajillion things since I got here. My host family is awesome so far... the teenager in my house (Baha) has been trying really hard to make me feel welcome and hang out with me. We have pretty much hung out every night since I got here, and I've even met a few of his friends. 

My new house is actually on the other side of town from where I was last year. Before I lived off of Ayni Street in the Southeast side of town. Now I am off the other major road (Rudaki) in the Northeast corner of the city. It's about a 45 minute walk from here to there. It's probably still about half an hour on busses, but at least you dont have to walk! I'm excited to be in another part of town, because I never really explored this part of the city before. It'll be good for me to see more things and try different places! 

This house is similar to the one I was in last year, with a hovli and courtyard like before. Interestingly, my room is separate from all the other rooms and I can enter from the hovli. It's a friggin' huge room, with wall to wall carpets/rugs and a desk and bed. The bathroom (toilet/sink) and shower (seperate, walk in room) are also off the hovli. My classes and the American Councils office is about a 15 minute walk from my place.

On Friday we headed to the embassy and yesterday we got our schedules for class and I was able to visit my host family from last summer.

After going through some serious security, the embassy was pretty cool. We got the typical lectures about safety, and a stand-up routine was provided by the American medical doctor at the embassy. He introduced us to new terminology for the toilets here: 'squatty potty'. Lets just say he was a riot.

My schedule is as follows:
Monday-
Tajiki 10:30-12:20
Conversation 12:30-2:20

Tuesday-
Mass Media 8:30-10:20
Grammar 10:30-12:20

Wednesday-
Literature and Culture 8:30-10:20
Tajiki 11:30-1:20

Thursday-
Mass Media 12:30-2:20
Conversation 2:30-4:20

Friday-
Grammar 8:30-10:20
Tajiki 10:30-11:20
Conversation 1:30-2:20

After we got our schedules, they were going to take us to the Bazaar Sabz, which was the bazaar near my old house. I asked for permission to break from the pack and head to my old place! Luckily they said yes so I headed to the bazaar with them and picked up a watermelon. From there I headed to my old host family's house. As I was walking down the street, I saw Sharnoza (my previous host mother) and she instantly recognized me. She was with two of the women in the extended family, and she left them and walked with me back to the house.

On our way we stopped at the extended family's house (where the girls from last year's program lived) and they were all very excited to see me. Barrington will be happy to know that after the first three questions (when did you arrive, how are you, how long are you here for) the fourth question was always "Did Behrooz come?". It was awesome to visit with Sharnoza and the kids, though unfortunately Sharif was at work. Sharnoza said that any day off I had, I was welcome to hang out at their house. Felt pretty cool!

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Tired being the operative word

Well we are finally here in Tajikistan! I think a lot of us are pretty drained (myself included). We are staying at a hotel for a few hours before going out to get food, get a tour, etc.

The hotel has wifi (yay!) but it's not good enough to stream the Blackhawks game (boo!). I'm listening to WGN radio. And yes. The choice was between 'Hawks and sleep and I chose the former.

I'll post more tomorrow if I'm able to find an internet connection- I meet my host family sometime this afternoon so I don't know how tomorrow or the weekend will progress.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Today is the day!

Well all preparations are complete (as far as I know), and I will be heading out within the next few hours to begin the journey.

We will be flying to Frankfurt, Germany, then on to Istanbul, Turkey, and finally to Dushanbe. I will update the blog once I land in Dushanbe!

Dushanbe's weather > D.C.'s weather

I'd just like to say that my packing did not anticipate any rain in Tajikistan. Unfortunately I forgot about the D.C. bit in between. Oops.

It's been a crazy jam-packed day. We had a really early start (seriously, I had to be up and ready to go by 7:45...) and we were in various sessions all day until around 7. Our pre departure orientation is made up of three CLS language groups, including the Azerbaijani and Punjabi groups. Ours is by far the biggest (they double the size of CLS Persian scholarships this year to forty!).

Our language specific sessions began with an opening address from the Tajik Ambassador to the US, which was a really interesting and awesome experience. We also had a CLS alumni panel, as well as a panel of young professionals who use Persian in their careers.

There were a few sessions on rules/regulations. Then a bunch on safety/life in Tajikistan. Although I was familiar with a fair bit of it, it got me more excited to go back to Tajikistan. We ended the night at a Malaysian resturant nearby, and it turns out there are three Nicks going to Dushanbe. I was very quick to claim my awesome Tajik name, so at least I've got that going for me!

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Do you think they'll air the Stanley Cup Finals in Tajikistan?

Well it all starts today! In about an hour I'll be in my way to Washington, D.C. I think it's finally hitting me that I'm about to leave the county in two months, especially since I will be missing the Blackhawks in the finals (well that and the fact that I packed, I'm in an airport, etc.).

Getting excited, and I'll post more stuff from DC once we start our pre-departure orientations.

For those of you wondering, I will be trying my hardest to watch / listen to the games in Tajikistan (which have a start time of 5am).

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The Return!

No this isn't Derrick Rose's "return" to the Bulls that we all dreamed for... Nick's return to Tajikistan? Close enough!

Within the next week I will be headed back to Dushanbe for a two month visit with the Critical Language Scholarship. Next Sunday I get to head to Washington D.C. for two days. In DC I'll meet all the fellow scholarship recipients for Persian as well as the program staff who organize and run the two months abroad.

I am hoping to keep this blog updated a little more than I did last summer, but no promises there. This summer I will be living with a host family once again (not the same family). This particular family has a father, mother, 18-year-old son, and a grandmother. It appears as though I will not have any roommates while abroad.

One interesting part of this program that differs from last years' is that I will be matched with a "speaking partner". This speaking partner will be a local Tajik around my age. We will be required to meet for a particular amount of hours per week. This is a really cool opportunity (at least I think it will be) because it will provide me with an opportunity to network with some local Tajiks, make more local friends, and explore more of the city!

I'll try to post from D.C. once I have more details. Until then- packing!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The end is near!

I cannot believe I've already been in Dushanbe for a month. Today we all have our final exams, and tomorrow we have our oral proficiency exams.

Last night we had a "party" at a local resturant where all of the students and a member of each host family attended. The food was alright, but there was some interesting dancing going on. Berooz and I each recited a Persian poem, while some other students did a song performance.

Truthfully, I do not know how my time here went by so fast. I have really enjoyed my experiences here and I am very sad that I have to say goodbye to my family and friends here tomorrow!

Monday, August 13, 2012

Varzob - as written on Saturday the 11th

I am sitting on a cot, suspended beneath trees and above a small rocky creek. This is definitely the coolest I have been since arriving in Tajikistan, aided by the trees above that block most of the sunlight and the glacial water below that cools down the air. In contrast with last night's birthday bowling adventure, Varzob is very peaceful and (for me) much needed.

The cot I am sitting on can seat about nine people comfortable, and is currently sleeping six relatively well. The creek below us has a number of small waterfalls and pools and the sound of the waterfalls is very relaxing. I have to say, this is probably my favorite place in Tajikistan so far. 

Varzob is a community with a number of families that own houses on one of the many rivers here, and they regularly rent out their backyards/pools/grills to groups on a daily basis. The particular house we are at has two cots suspended next to eachother, a relatively large pool (I would say 20k gallons; unchlorinated of course), and a smaller kid like pool. There is a mini tiki bar with speakers, an iPod jack, and a gazebo. 

Some of the other students have gone exploring, but most of us have stayed back and are enjoying the cooler air. I imagine that after writing this blog post, I'll probably nap until the food is ready. If I'm feeling adventurous, I might brave the pool (though I suspect it's fed with river water, so it is probably ice water).

One thing that I do really enjoy about the program here in Tajikistan is how many days/excursions we have had specifically designated to rest. Many of you know how much I like to sleep, and these excursions give me the perfect opportunity to catch up on my rest. In particularly, it is nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of Dushanbe (specifically the constant sound of car horns) and enjoy some more natural sounds.

That being said, I'm starting to get sleepy. Nap time!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Surviving in Dushanbe [A Guide to Everyday Tajik Life]

I intended to be bold with my next post and blog about the role our digestive systems play in our daily lives in Tajikistan, but Barrington beat me to it and has already made a post. (I highly recommend reading that blog post). Instead of talking about poop, I figured I would write a guide explaining all the things you need to know to survive in Tajikistan.

This guide will be complete with useful phrases, tips for getting around, and most importantly the nuggets of information you need to survive here.

Phrases*
1) Toilet kujast? (toy-o-let koo-jast): Where is the toilet?
-Did you read Barrington's blog post?

2) Na fameedam (na fah-me-dom): I didn't understand
-Useful for any situation. For example: police officer has you stopped? Na fameedam. Someone is harassing you for money in the street? Na fameedam.

2) Bebakshid (beh-bach-sheed): forgive me (sorry)
-This one is pretty self-explanatory. Most useful when you are trying to get off a bus (think sardine can, then add a few sardines).

3) Ahoste (a-haw-stay): slow(ly)
-Whether you are in a taxi or trying to understand someone talking, you will find ahoste to be your good friend.

4) Chand pul? (chand pool): How much money?
-Prices are negotiable here, but you always want to ask how much money something is before you commit to anything. You also do not even have to know numbers- everyone has a calculator handy and if you point to it they will show you how much they are asking.

5) Khub (khoob): good
-Cat got your tongue? Not sure what is happening in a conversation? Just nod and say khub.

6) Khob (khob): ok
-Use this just as you use khub.

7) Salaam (saw-laam): hello
-Potentially useful.

8) A salaam ale kom (ah saw-laam ah-le comb): hello (to you, and your kin)
-Used interchangeably with salaam.

9) Kebab (ka-bob): meat on a stick
-You have to eat eventually.

10) Juje (joo-jay): chicken
-Interchangeable with morg.

11) Morg (morgh): chicken
-Interchangeable with juje.

12) Gov (gaw-vh): beef/steak
-Remember, cuts of meat are a little different here. Don't get too excited when I say steak.

13) Gusfand (goose-fond): sheep
-Usually cheap and tasty.

*Each phrase is transliterated for my dear friends and family who have no idea how transliteration works. For proper pronounciation, read the words as if you were reading English.

Bathroom Tips:

1) Always know where your nearest toilet is.

2) Always carry toilet paper or baby wipes (baby wipes are preferred; did you read Barrington's post?).

3) Make mental notes of where you are when you see a western toilet. You or your friends will appreciate it later.

4) All toilets (even western ones) have smaller pipes than what we are used to. A good rule of thumb: if it did not come out of your body, do not try and flush it. Follow this rule, and you will save yourself from an awkward conversation (in a foreign language) later on.

5) Take off your pants and underwear before you do your business. You'll thank me later.

Getting around Dushanbe:

1) Wherever you go, note big landmarks around you.

2) When telling a taxi where you want to go, pick the nearest landmark and ask to go there.

3) Always ask the taxi how much money (see above) the ride will be before getting into the cab.

4) Always give taxi drivers as close to the exact fare as possible. They do not like to give change and they may take everything you give them before screaming at you in Russian to get out of their cab.

5) Busses will be hot, may occasionally stop working for minutes at a time, and they will be packed full. Remember you are only paying one somoni (about 20 cents), so no one wants to hear you complain about it.

6) Big spenders can take the "bus-taxis" that follow the bus routes for three somoni (about 60 cents). WARNING: the word ahoste (see above) will not work here.

7) As previously mentioned, crosswalks and street lights are suggestions. Use discretion when crossing the street, but remember that all cars stop for a confident pedestrian crossing the street in Tajikistan.

General Tips:

1) Never assume any internet, anywhere, will be moving faster than a snail (or for that matter, never asssume that it will be working at all).

2) Everyone else is in more of a hurry than you. Taking turns is a nice concept at all, but save it for when you are state-side. If you want to get something done, push your way to the front and tell them what you want done.

3) Unless you are buying something really nice, you should rarely be spending more than 50 somoni ($10) on anything.

4) Prices are negotiable.

5) Always assume you will not be walking on flat ground. Plan accordingly.

6) The availability of hot water during the day varies. Plan accordingly.

7) The world is their trashcan.

8) If you make eye contact, say hello (see above).

9) Know Russian.

10) Coca Coke is significantly more expensive than RC Cola. If you are here for a short time, suck it up and drink the RC Cola for a few weeks. You can get your Coca Cola fix when you return to the states.

Tips for eating out:

1) Almost all resturants have kebabs. If you find yourself at a resturant without a menu (common), go for a kebab (see above).

2) Most meat has bones in it. Keep this in mind when eating meat.

3) Avoid fruits and vegetables (the water here is not so good- you did read Barrington's post right?!).

4) Grapes usually have seeds. Keep this in mind when eating grapes.

5) Avoid water or beer (unless bottled).

6) Checks are not brought until you ask for them. Plan accordingly.

7) Usually people do not tip unless it is a higher-end place. I think waitresses/waiters like us more because we tip, so I say do it if you plan on returning to that resturant.

8) Before passing judgement on the quality of a resturant, wait a day. (I'm only gonna say it one more time: Barrington's post).

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Alright, well that's all I can come up with for now. Hope you all enjoyed.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Bazaar successes and Romit

*First and foremost, I have posted a bunch of pictures on Facebook and made the album public. You can check it out by visiting my Facebook and looking at the public album titled "Goin' to Dushanbe".

This is probably going to be a long post, mostly because I couldn't get to the internet this weekend and a lot has happened since my last blog post! I'll try to keep it in chronological order.

After class, Behrooz and I went to the bazaar nearby our university. I was hoping to find one or two t-shirts and some underwear (needless to say, I packed very lightly for this trip). What's interesting about Tajik culture is how much peer-pressure store owners like to put on potential customers. The first thing you'll notice when you walk up to someone's merchandise is how quickly they hound you and tell you how good their merchandise is. This makes "window shopping" relatively difficult to do in the bazaar.

Anyways, I found a few stores where I liked the shirts, but finding my size can be difficult. They usually only have M/L (Tajik men are small and most of this stuff comes from China). Usually, I would find a shirt I liked but they wouldn't have the size I needed. Eventually, I found a nice, plain orange shirt. They had my size, and then the fun part started! We had found out beforehand that in this particularly bazaar it was possibly to haggle down to about 75% of the price they initially tell you.

When I initially asked the price of the shirt, I was told it was 45 Somoni (~$9). I counter-offered 30 Somoni, and instead the store-owner told me it was 40 somoni. I asked for 35, and she agreed. It was pretty easy! Afterward, I wandered around until I found the right size underwear and had a similarly successful experience.

On Saturday, we headed to Romit. Romit is about an hour outside of Dushanbe, in the foot on the mountains and next to a glacier fed river. Many Tajik families visit Romit as a weekend getaway spot. Our group consisted of students, teachers, and some of the teacher's families. We found a nice spot next to the river, and our teachers started preparing food for us. Romit also has a pool, so a few of my friends and I swam. The pool is filled from the river, so it was suppppppperrrrrr cold. After swimming, we went back to our camping spot and ate a ton of osh (you can read about osh here). Afterward, I napped. It was great!


Friday, July 27, 2012

Rules of the Road (The Tajik Edition)

Last night, our family took Behrooz and I out to see the largest flag in the world. At night, the flag is lit up from all directions and really looks quite specatular. Afterward, we went out for ice cream and baklava. It was really a great experience. However, the after quite the exhilarating car ride, I decided to focus my next blog post on the things one should know before they drive in Tajikistan.

1) Seatbelts... wait. What are those?! Not a single person ever wears them here. Ever.
2) Potholes are much more important to avoid than people. If you're facing a car in a narrow alley, stand in a pothole. You'll be fine.
3) Passing is always acceptable. If someone is going slower than you'd like them to go, simply pass them. Oncoming traffic will see what you are doing and provide you a barely large enough area to complete your task.
4) Make your own lane. I'm unsure as to why the government has even painted lane markers on the pavement- no one follows them.
5) Red means go. One might think that green is ordinarilly the color that denotes "go", but in Tajiki culture this does not hold true. If the intersection is relatively clear, red is just another way to describe green.
6) Cars are the king of the road. This goes hand in hand with number two, and is essentially a warning to all pedestrians. Pedestrians never have the right of way.
7) No spot is too small. If there's one thing that's true about Tajikistan's drivers, it's this: they can pull in and out of any space, no matter how little room they have or how impossible it seems. It's true, because I've seen it done many times.
8) "No parking here". This is of course a joke. You may park here, and you may do it for as long as you like.
9) Left turns are for red lights. Similar to the fifth rule, red is just another way to say go. If you feel the need to turn left when the light is red, go for it!
10) The "double turn lane". This rule is applicable if you are coming up to an intersection and you want to turn. You (apparently) can use the non-designated turning lane to turn as well. If the person who is in the turning lane isn't paying enough attention, you simply cut them off mid-turn (this coincides with the third rule).
11) Everything is a race. Self-explanatory.

Just a little fun. I'm not kidding you though, this is really how people drive in this city. I think everyone here is also a way more competent driver than in the US, only because the rules demand it.

Nick